notabluesbro | 24th Confession [Partially Accidental Video/Action]

Ow, ow, ow, ow!!!

[This morning is starting off excellently, Wolfwood. Just peachy.

Ugh, what a headache. What a bodyache. They didn't have to be so rude about kidnapping him. Once the drugs have started to wear off and he can walk in a straight line, he'll retrieve the journal slung open against a tree and speak up into it, now that he notes it's recording anyway. Whelp, at least the journal was trying to offer an act of kindness. Even if it did squat... Nah, right now he was too worried about a.) Amelia's problems with Legato, b.) Vash being a dumbass while sick, and most of all, c.) how Milly's doing.]

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Looks like I'm back. How long did they have me this time? [He makes a fist and presses his back grumpily; they also managed to give him back his clothes. How sweet.] And I think I actually got it good this time; no problems as far as I can tell...

...

Did I miss anything? Please tell me it was at least peaceful around here.

[Because we don't all have to come out of this annoyed, right?]

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[You can catch him fully clothed and walking through or out of the forest. Maybe he'll stop by the restaurant or the bar. Gotta refuel myself, ya' know. Little does Wolfwood know, he's actually effected by his shitty ~~luck~~ mallynap: he can't answer any question untruthfully. Won't this be just good fun for a certain spikey-headed bastard. Otherwise, he's doing just peachy. B|]

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[her head tilted slightly] I think she was happy, in the end. But it must have been hard.

He showed up outside her apartment every time it rained. Just...pacing. This guy in an old fashioned outfit.

She tried to talk to him, and when he couldn't hear her, she tried to touch him...and she just disappeared.

... Why did she just disappear?

He stole her back to his time.

The ghost, I mean. My best friend was just left standing in the rain.

[she's more serious, now, the story-telling lapsing into the simple recounting of events.]

Geordie didn't believe it at first, but I found a picture of her in a thrift store a few months later, all old and yellowed. Her and the ghost, back in the past.

Geez... Are stories like this typical, in your day to day life?

Well, not identical.

People aren't usually disappearing off the streets into other time periods.

[but she doesn't exactly sound weirded out, either]

But then, usually... ?

[Finish that for me, lady, because I'm damn curious.]

[a laugh] Nothing usually. It's not so much about one thing happening as...a whole bunch of things that we tend to ignore.

You know how the there's always those things we can't explain? People say deja vu or they were imagining things or "it was like a dream" and then they come up with the most likely explanation. And sometimes that's true enough...but there's also those things that we just can't accept, so we make up other reasons that sound more believable. Because explaining to the cops that someone you know was kidnapped through time, or that goblins are hunting you down because you accidentally picked up something that belongs to them doesn't usually go over well.

Ha, holy hell, goblins. Were they short green guys with clubs?

[a laugh] Well, they might have had clubs, but they weren't green.

Actually they looked like....hang on.

[pulling out her journal, she'll flip through the pages, brow furrowed. She was sure she'd drawn a picture of Goon one of the days she was feeling particularly... well, not homesick, but something akin.]

Aha...there it is. This.

[the picture she holds out to Wolfwood is of a little man with scrawny arms and legs, a foul expression, and a little round belly]

[SNERK]

Geez, I guess things really do carry over through the worlds; they look just like any goblin should. So I'm guessing all goblins are as mean as their faces look, right?

[laughing] Well, they're certainly as grouchy as they look. Goon is anyway. [she can't call him mean, though...even if he is. He saved her life]

Goon? You mean you're friends with 'em?

...Friends might not be the right word.

He was...is...the housekeeper for my professor.

A goblin housekeeper.

I should find that more crazy than it sounds.

[a grin] Does it get crazier if I mention that he turned out to be a king?

.... That definitely adds to it, yes.

King of goblins?

He was in line for leading them, apparently...and we never knew.

[not until he had to step up or let them attack her]

Christy...a friend of mine who collects stories like these... he said maybe it was because he was freer above ground, even with whatever authority he had.

[her voice changes as she shifts into quoting him, something between teasing and fond. After all, it is a fair question] "Is it better to be a man above or a king below?"

Huuh... A pretty good question. I think I know of a few people who'd fit it.

[Vash, being one. An immortal-like man who's not human, striving for equality and to just be considered like them, too... Technically, he had enough power in his arm to wipe out the league of 'em and make his race the rulers.

But then, where's the fun in that?]

So he turned down the job offer?

Edited 2011-06-29 10:45 (UTC)

No, he took it. But I think he's doing the absentee vote.

...I'm not too sure though. He gets touchy if you push for too many details.

24th Confession [Partially Accidental Video/Action]

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